"Five," said Roly, with pardonable pride. "There were no large flocks to fire into, but I meant to make every shot tell."
"Yes," said his father, "and you've done very well, especially for a beginner."
"And how many did you get, Johnson?" asked Uncle Will. Johnson had been on a similar errand for the other party.
"Five ducks and a white rabbit," was the reply. "On the whole, Roly has carried off the honors, for I fired six shots."
So the campers obtained fresh meat, and all were very glad to abstain awhile from bacon. Both Roly and David went duck-hunting often after that, and always with good success throughout the migrating season.
CHAPTER XXI
LAST DAYS AT PENNOCK'S POST